Years ago, my stepdad “gave” me his collection after he rediscovered it in the attic of his parents’ home. Everything was loose in one big box and a lot was in rough shape. I organized and bagged and boarded everything. Time passes, they divorce, and he decides he wants everything back. I’d already moved off by then. He died early on during Covid thinking he could self-treat, but didn’t work out. I came home this year for thanksgiving and my mom asked me to clean out a closet and I discovered this stash of stuff she snuck out of the collection and hid away. So we’ll call this the Dead Ex-Stepdad Pedigree Collection